Bring me some a them fancy shells Froggy! If'n I caint have shark liver than hippeh stew is the next bestest thang!
Still aiming at the badly-drawn cartoon shark in his dune buggy
*click* *click*
***BOOOM***
Hippie bane, isn't that made from the slime trails left behind at the Republican convention?
Naw hippeh bane is made a' soap, ground up Slayer CDs and job applications!
*Drops bomb*
*Flees to other thread*
Now whut that scaly kowbowld critter drop naow?
Bends down, picks up bomb. Licks fingers with an disturbingly large tongue and douses the bomb's fuse with saliva.
"Stoopid kowbowld hippeh."
Now whut that scaly kowbowld critter drop naow?
Bends down, picks up bomb. Licks fingers with an disturbingly large tongue and douses the bomb's fuse with saliva.
"Stoopid kowbowld hippeh."
Did he not leave two in?
......aw sh*t.
BOOOM
Ayup
Ees eet safe to come out? Oui?
Ehhh ... Non
*click* *click*
***BOOOM***
Ehhh ... Non
*click* *click*
***BOOOM***
Sacre bleu! Un skunk de pew!
Dang cajun hippehs and their bayoo tawk. Caint hardly unnerstan 'em.
*click* *click*
***BOOOM***
Ayup
Durn Ewwropeein' hippehs allus trowin' these here bombs. Lahk they wuz all anarchrists or somethin'.
Tosses seed bomb off the porch, accidentally blowing up a nearby '73 El Camino on cinderblocks in the front yard
Ayup.
Shucks Ghidorah, That there El Camino's been off the road since ol Peanut Head wuz the prezident. Durn hippeh.
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…see the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanderers, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that crap they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars,…and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksacks, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also by being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions of eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures.
Jack Kerouac
Thet shur ain't no cajun Mammy! Cajun's is alraht fellers, not no hippehs. Ah'm thinkin thet chef feller is one uh them Yuropeeun hippehs. They's alwuz cauzin trouble!
I am so zhe Cajon! I like eating zhe nutria rats and aleegators. I also leeve een a trailer park on zhe swamp, no? Tres cajon!
Big Mammy looks at Le French Chef
"If'n yew wanna stick around why don't yew git crackin' on some party snacks Frenchie. Make a big mess a mudbugs and jumbalayah if'n yew is 'tres cajon'."
Big Mammy frowns at the three-headed hippy
"Ghidorah yew better skedaddle afore the lich and the zombie come on back from the PBR keg. Nothin' they loves better than hippeh brains for a snack."
Big Mammy looks over at the warwoof
"Sorry 'bout yer 'project race car' there wolfie"
Me is overlooded wid crazy hillbilly talk...can...hardly...follow....
*spiraling eyes*
*fires at imitashun cajun*
<BOOM!>
Non! Do not shoot at mon frere, Aberzombee!
*Drinks PBR, even thou he has no clue what the heck is a PBR...*
Gluglugluglugluglu...
*AHEM*
Yummi! Now froggy wuntz mor!
gimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmegimmeBUUUUURPgimmegimmegimme
Daing.
Doggone Gary aint evin lettin me cuss. Worsn bein over tuh Aint Sadie's.
Looks like we got the accent.
EDIT: What have you done to me KC?
Wuzzat?